“That’s the anniversary gift.”

I lifted the glass slightly higher.

“Not for you.”

I looked at Sophie.

“For her.”

Then I touched the glass lightly to my lips.

“And for me.”

The room erupted.

Elon started denying everything.

His brother demanded answers.

His mother stared at him in disbelief.

My father stood beside me.

My sister held Sophie tightly.

Everyone spoke at once.

But somehow, in the middle of all of it, I was calm.

For the first time in years, I wasn’t shrinking.

I wasn’t invisible.

I was standing at the head of my own table.

And everyone could finally see me.

## PART 3: WHAT CAME AFTER

The divorce wasn’t pleasant.